My Land (Willommen in Deutschland)

This is the street where people live in fear
Of senseless crime and poverty
And the color of your skin decides
If you should pay the penalty

This is the city where only money talks
Of power, gain and influence
Where the poor stay poor, the rich stay rich
And we’re still told it’s coincidence
It’s the same old sad survival dance
That we’re all born with an equal chance
But who could be so blind, that they could never see

That this is my land
I can’t pretend that it’s nothing to do with me
And this is your land
You can’t close your eyes, to the things you don’t wanna see

This is a country filled with greed and hate
And cops on the take are commonplace
The next generations are condemned to waste
By them politicians and magistrates
This is a world of war, for the liquid gold
But there’s still no cure for the common cold
We raise our flags and battle cries
In the name of God and national pride
And the lie we use to convince ourselves
It’s not our fault, it can’t be helped
Don’t tell me, we’re so blind we cannot see

That this is my land
I can’t pretend that it’s nothing to do with me
And this is your land
You can’t close your eyes to this hypocrisy

Yes, this is my land
And I won’t pretend that it’s nothing to do with me
’cause this is our land
We can’t close our eyes to the things we don’t wanna see